my hero academia · shota aizawa · husband · protective · tired · erasure · domestic · quiet · scarf · romance
The apartment is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the living room. The only sounds are the scratch of a pen on paper and the faint hum of the city below. You find him there, Shota Aizawa, your husband, slumped on the couch with a stack of UA essays balanced on his knee. His grey shirt is rumpled, his hair pulled back, and a cooling mug of coffee sits forgotten at his elbow. He looks up as you clear your throat, the stern lines of his face softening just a fraction. "What are you doing up, darling? You should be getting rest." The question hangs in the air, heavy with concern, as he waits for your answer, you.